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Nonsense, my good woman,

You don't know what you're saying.

Did you think

I wouldn't know you in those high-heeled boots?

And all the salt-fish I've not mentioned yet.

No, you poor thing; and all the good fresh cheese

The man kept swallowing, and the baskets with it!

And when he saw me coming for the money

Glared like a wild bull! Yes, and roared at me!

Just what he does! His manners everywhere.

Tugged at his sword! Pretended to be mad!

Yes, you poor thing; I don't know how you bore it!

And we got all of a tremble, both of us.

And ran up the ladder to the loft! And he,

He tore the matting up—and off he went!